|| Arabella ||
"I'm sorry. I confessed to you by mistake—" I started to say, but the old man cut me off.
"Oh, no, no, it's destiny. You even know my name." He smiled creepily at me.
"What? I don't know your stupid nam—" I paused, realizing something. "Your name is Theo?!"
Oh. My. God.
I mistakenly confessed to the wrong person with the same name as the guy I liked. Why didn't I ever win a lottery with this kind of luck?
He nodded and said, "Theo Hoovers. But I'm sure you already knew that. After all, our connection is so strong."
I frantically shook my head. "No, I did not know your name. I was calling for—"
"It's okay, darling. You don't have to be shy around me. I like you too. You're so beautiful. Jesus really has blessed me to give such a wonderful bride to me," Mr. Hoovers expressed, and I cringed.